garagekid was dragged to the surface by the officers detaining him, and a few of them had made sure to blunder through the dirty sewer waters and get him nice and wet and cold and choking. Finally at the surface of the sewers, garagekid was taken towards some sort of mobile holding cell...was suddenly, he noticed quite the bit of commotion was going on at the surface, too. Plenty of vehicles, plenty of passersby and watchers, but most importantly, the holding cell was charred and in front of it was the mysterious figure he had seen earlier taking out a group of guards. Acting swiftly, using his left arm, garagekid reached into his side pocket and unsheathed his switchblade once again...plunging it into the thigh of the man on the right holding him under his armpit, and then dropping and simultaneously sticking the blade up under the armpit of the man on the right. He then kicked out and nailed another officer in the groin, dropping him to the ground. He waited in anticipation, adrenaline pumping, for the next onslaught of guards, or for a possible escape.